(Note: Since there is my own internal dialogue during a yoga class, the dialogue of the yoga instructor and the events and postures occurring around us, I placed actions in [brackets], instructions of the teacher in italics and my own thoughts in a regular font).
Ok, it seems quiet. This is nice. Phewwwwwww.
[Teacher walks in.]
Ok, good morning. Let's start class with a deep breathing exercise. Take a deep breath in and deep breath out.
Jesus, why did I come here? Why did I come here... I'm missing out on cuddle time with my man.
Lift your arms over your head and breathe out...
Ok, I'm here, I'm here. Let's do this.
Standing head to knee pose!
*&%$#@^%$#@&^! I hate this pose. Ugh, that guy behind me is doing it so much better. He's cute though. Ha, he fell out of the pose, what a sucker. I'm such a baller.
Ugh, I hate this pose. Actually, it's not that bad. Wait, am I actually getting good at this...
[Next few postures go by at light speed].
Wow, my mind is really beginning to relax. Wait, why am I thinking of those times I was bullied long ago? Oh @&$*, old memories, old memories, old memories...
Ok, back to yoga poses. $%^#, that was the most stressful part of class.
Full locust pose!
&^%^, I hate this pose. Gotta rally, gotta rally...
Elissa, try lifting your head a bit higher. Higher...
Is this *^&%$ talking to me!? I've made it seventy-five minutes through the class and this joker wants extra effort!? Why I oughta...
Ok. Ok. Class is almost over. I can do this. I can do this.
Ugh. One more posture. Just get me out of this hot room. GET ME OUT OF THIS HOT ROOM.
Ugh. I am so relaxed. Going to class was the best decision of my life.
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